Isabella Atkins: How?
Me: Come for drinks with me tomorrow night. No work talk.
Isabella Atkins: It’s against the rules. No drinking together, remember?
Me: No dating was part of the rules, too. But you let that one slide. Unless you’ve changed your mind about the weddings.
Isabella Atkins: No, I haven’t changed my mind. I’m a woman of my word.
Me: Great. So the rules don’t always apply. How’s 7 at The Terrace sound?
Isabella Atkins: I’m not going for drinks with you.
Me: Is it because robots can’t drink?
Isabella Atkins: I am not a robot.
Me: So 7 at The Terrace it is, then. See you there.
Isabella Atkins: Fine. See you there.
Her last reply came through slower than the rest, and I grinned when it popped up.And that’s how it’s done, boys.
I knew I’d goaded her into it, but I was still going for drinks with Isabella tomorrow night. The idea excited me way more than it should have, but I also liked her more than I should have, so that worked out well.